Posted in the Dark

These are going to be the only adlibs on this song
These words that you're hearing right now
They're in the adlib track and you're not gonna hear any more

Godzilla walkin', got Zilla bumpin' Bluetooth
Stomp on his jaw if he sell me something too boof
So mad, trigger happy, bitchin', you a whole goof
Nomad nigga, walk around, I'm keepin' no roof
No name niggas always blow theyself like Cobain
No shame, detestable, you flexible like Lo Mein
Go brain, fly away, get higher than the low pain
Propane, blowing up, you slowing up, see no fame
Bitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck around
Hey, hit that stizzy, bitch, asking about my pound, nah
Might go missin', my mission is to be free
And all you niggas ain't controlling what I be
That bitch got high from drinking my piss
I might fly away, I ain't thinking of kids
Yet Mom, wet bong ripping
Ain't sippin' on tech, ack, yack
Backwoods, but I got fronto on deck, black pack

Sac Town, sack up in my backpack
Black MAC, liable to rack back if I see that hack lack

Hit him with that ra-ra right inside his car-car
Sitting on the tar-tar, floating where the stars are
Bitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck about, uh
Jealous-ass kid, he keep trying to block my route
My perspective, effective at spotting bullshit
You, defective objective is let the full clip
Dump like a dookie, he knew me and now he do not
Hump on his groupies, they coochies and number two spots
Clump my feeling, I'm peaking off t-two tabs
Thump my ceiling, it's peeling like it's a new scab

Trust no one, hurt me no more
I fuck with 'em from rich to poor
Flat Earth, all turf from pole to pole
Don't drink from the tap, they tappin' your soul
I work harder than the president, save the elephants
Disrespect and I'mma hit ya, set a precedent
Listen to me, I'm the reverend, my decree will never end
I believe these truths are self-evident, Heaven sent
All hail Satan and shit, on the TV, see me debating a bitch
As if our moves aren't scripted and writ
By the same motherfuckers own yo' DNA bits
Bitch I'm busy, too busy leading the free world
What about the rest of it, make it into a Sea World
Less of it for fauna, like llamas and all the wee squirrels
Give it to Osama, the bomber, at freedom we hurl

Contrary to popular belief
Darkies do not always require adlibs to complete songs (Hey, hey, can somebody tell that guy to shut the fuck up)